Although I have done some work for my company today, it has officially been one of my non-working days. I have a sneaking suspicion that I’ll never quite get rid of work on my non-work days, it’ll go on forever.
All-in-all though, much of today has been spent on our own stuff. I’ve been investigating tee-shirt printers because I have an idea for DMs Scribblymotor business and I’ve been charged with helping him to kick-start it. I’ve also been discussing with him some other ideas.
I’ve also been occupied with stuff for my own pleasure/business – formalising one of my recipes for my new venture and shooting relevant photos and doing more digging in the garden. I reckon I’m now about 1/6-1/7 of the way through the first dig and my patch is well and truly ready for the planting up of my first crop.
For the first time today, I’ve actually ventured into our field. I’d been in there when we first viewed the house but not since. Today, I’ve been exercising the dogs in there by chucking around a tennis ball for Rosie, while Archie careered around chasing rabbits, birds and moles. Yep – we’ve got moles here too….and wabbits. It gave me so much pleasure to see the little cotton-tails bobbing around while poor old Arch tried his best to capture one. It reminded me again, for the second time in a week, of a rather fab little ‘surprise’ trip my buddy Claz took me on once. It took all of ten minutes to drive to a lay-by just outside Reading, late one night, where she got me out of the car along with a big torch. We tiptoed to the gate of a field and she shone the torch around the field, scattering white cotton-tails everywhere. That’s what a best friend truly is – someone who knows how much pleasure can be got from something that cost almost nothing and would, to most, seem completely pointless.
This shot was taken on another ‘first’ today – a jaunt out to the Duchy nursery where I bought a rosemary bush for me and a myrtle for my friend Christine to thank her for all her kind help of late. She’d mentioned she wanted one and although I have two in the garden here, I don’t know how to propagate them so I decided one from a nursery was the best course of action.
The nursery is a short drive from here and I’d not been there before so I was unsure what to expect though I’d been told it’s the best place to buy plants locally. It’s tucked away ‘at the back of beyond’ but when I found it I knew I’d find myself in there many, many more times before the year is out. It’s got one of the best collections of plants I’ve seen in ages and unlike the ‘garden centres’ of the South East, which seem to care more about selling gifts, toys, clothing and Christmas decorations than plants, this was dedicated to plants and plants alone. What a place.
On the way back, retracing my steps to get from the back of beyond to our approximation to civilisation, I had to sit and wait for this lot. They were in no great hurry to get off the road and if I wasn’t actually moving towards them, they just stood and looked at me as if daring me to drive towards them. I must confess that I actually just sat there for a bit watching them, watching me. It was great. Eventually, after a few pics, I persuaded them to get off the road by driving slowly towards them until they popped into a gap in the hedge. BTW – for anyone wondering – this road is very typical of Cornwall – single track, with occasional passing places. What’s not typical about it is that the hedge on the left is just that, a hedge….mostly they’ve got granite walls under the foliage!!! It’s not very forgiving when you bump into it in a car!
Last year, I was enjoying some salsa dancing in Nice.
